-next day-
THe healer was asleep on the ground by the edge of the hut, using her coat as a pillow. She shifted slightly as she heard the sounds of people working on building huts but didnt fully wake up yet.
Azuna watched Magnus carefully as he slept hunched over in the chair he was tied to. They needed a plan but she was lost as to what to do. Part of her said killing him would save them all a lot of trouble but she knew it would also make everything so much worse. SHe felt trapped between Caia and Iris' rule, knowing both were tyrants but not sure which could be trusted to not kill them all.



























